Poetry
Autumn 1944
Esthétique Du Mal
I He was at Naples writing letters home And, between his letters, reading paragraphs On the sublime. Vesuvius had groaned For a month. It was pleasant to be sitting there, […]
Poetry
Winter 1948
The Auroras of Autumn
I This is where the serpent lives, the bodiless. His head is air. Beneath his tip at night Eyes open and fix on us in every sky. Or is this […]
Poetry
Winter 1940
Variations on a Summer Day
I Say of the gulls that they are flying In light blue air over dark blue sea. II A music more than a breath, but less Than the wind, sub-music […]